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To spare the tender sensibilities of our listeners (SFX:
Toilet Flush), we'll skip the rest of this conversation, and cut to the
chase - or rather to the delivery.
Our stalwart threesome has just arrived at the address given to them by the lovely Louise Lake - 37 1/2 Canal - and they approach the front door of the Glutamoto Clinic. Shingles takes the large door knocker in his hand: |
| Shingles: | Hey in there: your door knocker came off! |
| Boom-Boom: | Get a move on it, Shingles, I want to drop this off and get home - I'm still not feeling too good, you know. |
| Shingles: | I know just what you mean. The smell of this soup is turning my stomach already. How can anyone eat this stuff? |
| Bolt: | What do you mean? I think Louise's cooking is the stuff dreams are made of. |
| Boom-Boom: | Right, Bolt - Nightmares! |
| Narrator: | Just then, the door is opened by a strange, oriental-looking fellow in a lab coat with stethoscope around his neck. (SFX: door opening) |
| Glutamoto: | Yes, What I am doing to you ferrows? |
| Shingles: | We brought your soup from Louise. Oh, and do you want this door-knocker? |
| Glutamoto: | No thanks. I arready having one just rike it. Prease to be coming in - I am paying you too soon. |
| Shingles: | Yeah, whatever. (SFX: door closing) |
| Narrator: | As the three Private Eyes (SFX: Peter Gunn theme) check out the Clinic, we'll hear a word from our sponsor. |
| Commercial: | |
| Eddie: | Gosh, Mom, I sure could use some dinner. What's cooking tonight? |
| Mom:
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Oh dear, Eddie, I totally forgot about you. What could I have been thinking? I'm afraid there's not enough time for me to cook you a good American dinner before you need to go to bed: you know it's a school night. By the way, is all your homework done? |
| Eddie: | Gee whiz, Mom, of course it's done. You know me, always working hard to get ahead in the world. I guess I'll just have to go to bed and try not to dream about food. |
| Mom: | I'm sorry, dear, if only there were something fast, tasty, and nutritious that an All-American mother could feed her hungry, deserving son. |
| Anncr: | Hold that thought, Mom, because there is just such a food, and it's only a telephone call away! |
| Mom: | Really?! What on earth could it be? |
| Anncr: | It's the latest thing - an Italian dish called Pizza Pie! It has all of the main food groups mixed together into a single, delicious dish! Your hungry boy, Eddie, will get his fill of Grains in the crust, fruits and vegetables in the tangy tomato sauce, meat and fish in the pepperoni and optional anchovies (with the taste of real salt!), and plenty of good dairy products in the genuine cheese brought in fresh from our neighbors in Wisconsin, America's Dairyland! |
| Mom: | Oh my, and you say it's only a telephone call away? |
| Anncr: | That's right, Mom! Just pick up the telephone and call Benito's Pizza Pie Delivery Service at 555-ITALY! One of our speedy deliv- ery boys will be on his way to your house with a piping hot pizza pie in almost no time at all! Remember, Benito not only makes great pizza pies, he makes the delivery boys run on time, too! |
| Mom:
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Eddie dear, your worries are over! I'm going to call Benito's Pizza Pie Delivery Service for you right now! |
| Eddie: | Gosh, Mom, you're swell! |
| Anncr: | Remember, folks, that's Benito's Pizza Pie Delivery Service with three locations in the Greater Traverse City Metroplex to serve you. Just call us at 555-ITALY and a piping hot pizza pie can be on its way to you, too! |
| Narrator:
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During that thrilling message, our heroes have been paid for the delivery, and are back out on the spacious veranda of the Glutamoto Clinic when they hear a strange moaning sound from the upstairs window. (SFX: strange moaning sound) |
| Boom-Boom: | Hey, fellas, what's that strange moaning sound? |
| Shingles: | I don't know, Boom-Boom, but it seems to be coming from the upstairs window! |
| Narrator: | Just then, a young woman emerges from the alley behind the clinic, shouting: |
| Dollface: | Iggy! Iggy! Is that you?! (SFX: moans repeat) |
| Bolt: | Hey, calm down, sister, who's this Iggy character? |
| Dollface: | Just the guy you were hired to find, that's all. |
| Shingles: | I thought his name was Krazy Legs. |
| Dollface:
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That's just his professional name. His name is really Iggy. That's short for Ignatz, Ignatz Lugnutz. He's my brother, and I'm really worried about him; especially now that you guys are on the case. By the way, my name is Renna, Renna Lugnutz, but you can call me Doll- face. |
| Bolt: | Thanks for the vote of confidence, Dollface. What were you doing in the alley, anyway? |
| Dollface:
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Just what you should have been doing, that's all. I was checking the garbage for clues, but all I found was a bunch of empty cartons marked "Fleet's - Fast Relief in the End", whatever that means. |
| Boom-Boom:
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I think we better split up and check out all the leads that Louise gave us. Shingles, you come with me to the Army Base. Bolt, you and Dollface check out the cops and the library. We'll meet back at the office in a couple hours. |
| All: | Right! |
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